My wingless angel, five black falling stars,
eclipse your skin, cords of ink sew up your scars,
my whitened devil, your hair and lightnings intertwine,
dip-dye vines climbing up to the sky. You're a moonlighter with time to work your body,
a four leaf clover traveller. My, my, my disarmed warrior of the 21st century,
you fancy b**hing 'bout modern anxiety,
my, my, my topless model, lover of the backlight shape,
Polaroids and home-made videotapes. You're a moonlighter with time to work your body,
a four leaf clover traveller,
you're a thinker with time for everyone,
a fate-seeker. Shut up! Maroon velvet shoes, sat down on the roof,
skinny dipping in the backyard swimming-pool,
your lies are made of truth, your love is bulletproof,
you're bolder than the Moon when the morning looms.